OK so they're doing an "asbestos abatement" in the hallway
The guys involved are not wearing any sort of protective gear except for hard hats. There are plastic sheets duct taped to floor and walls but they don't reach the ceiling. They are ripping out floor and ceiling tiles.
There are a few things wrong with this picture.
Are they Mexican, too?
April 5th, 2007 9:53am
Didn't get a close enough look. I'm taking nice deep breaths, though.
maybe you need to perform a concurrent muppet abatement of the building?
April 5th, 2007 10:06am
Ah what the hell. I'm going to die of SOMETHING.
I found two hard lumps in a suspicious place last night, so I'm going to get those biopsied this week.
I guess I should probably start shopping for life insurance now instead of later.
April 5th, 2007 10:11am
Absolutely. Make sure you get 'Term' insurance, anything else is too expensive and a rip-off. Then use the savings to build a retirement account.
Once you hit 50, things get expensive, I hear.
Oh, and note life insurance is to replace the earnings you WOULD have had, had you not died young. To take care of children's upbringing and education. Don't let them argue you into providing $100,000 a year income or anything -- again, that can get expensive.
April 5th, 2007 10:18am
>I found two hard lumps in a suspicious place last night...
Most guys call those testicles. And where were your's last night? Does your wife know?
April 5th, 2007 12:14pm
Heh, they're close, but not quite.
Hmm lumps on the shaft would be freaky. If they are benign you should just leave them. They'd be like biological french ticklers.
April 5th, 2007 3:16pm
Oh, please poet of CoT, bard of ?off, Hesiod of Blah, please give us a story from the point of view of these lumps. They too have a life, a desire to live, to run free, go commando, to spread their seed, to fit into our special place in the world.
my lumps, dont fit into my jeans
April 5th, 2007 5:31pm
I had a weird lump on the shaft once, it was long & thin as if an artery had hardened or something.
It went away the next day. I blame vigorous sex.
bob's your uncle
April 5th, 2007 7:19pm
I have Dr. Strangelove Syndrome. Sex with myself is just like sex with someone else.